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Warning: If you dislike the thought of eating living creatures (well, dead when eaten of course….), this post contains phrases like “eat the head” and “break of the claws” and might offend you. My sincere apologies if so, but these fellows were handled and prepared with care and did not suffer.

Alright. I have just been back to Sweden and even though it rained pretty much the whole time, it was great. And boy, I have literally eaten my way through the whole week. Before moving to the UK, I couldn’t really think of anything particular foodwise that I would miss from Sweden, but the list is getting longer day by day, I tell you. Little things like a special kind of snack, a special brand of sauces, different types of bread… If you have sincere cravings, you can probably sort them out somewhere between IKEA and various Sweden-shops online, but there is one thing that I can’t get anywhere but in my parents kitchen in Sweden; langoustine (also known as Norway lobsters), fresh from the sea and prepared with as little effort as possible. No garlic marinade, no fancy spice blends, no complicated recipes, just simply boiled and eaten.

I bet you all have heard of the crazy crayfish parties that happen all over Sweden in August and September? Late summer, Swedes eat crayfish and drink Aquavit like mad, but then we tend to eat the crayfish that lives in lakes and streams. The slightly smaller but fatter ones with a darker red colour.  We call them insjökräftor (lake crayfish) and I am pretty sure we’ll have planty of reasons to write about crayfish parties later on this summer.

But growing up on the west coast, right by the sea, it is these lovely creatures that have tickled my taste buds since I was a toddler. We call them havskräfor (sea crayfish) and please correct me if I am wrong, but I am pretty sure they are most commonly known as langoustines or Norway lobster?  Anyway, in Sweden, both kinds are known as kräftor (crayfish) with either a lake or a sea in front. The taste are pretty much similar, but for some reason, I prefer the ones from the deep blue sea.

It takes some practice to eat havskräftor in the “correct” Swedish way.  First and foremost, forget table manners and don’t wear white or precious clothes. It will squirt, splotch and be sticky. And be prepared to smell slightly fishy afterwards.

A very breif crash course on how to eat havskräftor!

1.Pick a kräfta (en kräfta/flera kräftor) and always start with the claws. Break of one of the claws as close to the body as possible.

2. Use the claw as a straw and suck out the great juices. If you have strong teeth, you can bite and suck out the meat from the claws (as said, table manners is not important when eating kräftor…). Otherwise,  use the sharp end of a kräftbestik (crayfish cutlery) to dig out the good meaty bits. It takes time and it should take time!  Do the same thing with claw no 2. (Please feel free to notice the lovely sea view outside the window – it is the same sea that these kräftor used to live in!)

3. Separate the tail from the head and move on to the head.  Lots of people do not like the head (me included….) and it is perfectly okay to leave it. But if you want to give it a go, first of all you need to peel of the shield, as shown.

4. Use the spoon shaped end of the cutlery to get to the butter. Once again, feel free to leave the head if digging, sucking, biting and chewing this bit don’t sound too appealing.

5. The big reward: the tail! Start peeling in the front by using the little flaps. Once a few flaps are removed, you can pull out the meaty tail and enjoy it.

6. Even the smaller legs are nice to chew and suck on, and when finished, go over the leftovers to make sure you haven’t left any good bits. Then, move on to number two, three, four, five….

7. Enjoy your kräftor with some white bread, mayo, a glass of white wine and some good friends. Ah, can it get much better? If you most certainly disagree, please feel free to share your perfect crayfish experience!

Is it easy to be a vegetarian in Sweden? While I admit, I am a dedicated dead flesh eater, I think that when it comes to vegetarianism, Sweden is a very accommodating country. At least that’s been my experience when hosting and catering for vegetarian friends.

Almost every restaurant, and even the tiniest sandwich shop I’ve been to clearly mark on their menus all the items suitable for vegetarians and vegans. Some places are more detailed than others, but it seems more or less standard these days to distinguish on menus between “vegetarian” (might include milk, and/or eggs) and “vegan” (no animal products whatsoever) options.

And is vegetarianism (and veganism) widespread in Sweden? Again, I’d have to say “yes”. The popularity of vegetarianism, and even more so – veganism is most prominent in college towns and on university campuses. And that seems to surprise many foreign visitors, because apparently the image of meat-loving Vikings living in a cold, barren country is what comes to people’s minds when they put “Sweden” and “food” in the same sentence.

But what’s been coming to my mind lately is “vegan”. Honestly, either I never paid attention, or I used to hang out with the wrong (steak-loving) crowd, but I’ve never met as many vegans in other countries, as in Sweden. And obviously, all these vegans must eat something, right? So if there are that many of them, veganism can’t be that hard to follow, even in the far north, right?

But as one friendly vegan told me, while it’s not exactly a hardship to be a vegan in Sweden, it’s much easier to be a simple vegetarian.

And even easier to be a person who eats everything, as long as it’s organic (ekologisk). And this, ladies and gentlemen is one of the things that I really admire about Sweden. This country takes its commitment to organic food very seriously. All organic products are labeled with a “KRAV” mark and the standards for assigning this mark are very high.

So basically, no matter what and how you eat, you will not go hungry in Sweden.

I don’t have a Swedish calendar at home, I only have a goofy little one with a “Hello Kitty” design that is totally useless in Sweden (because what do I need Japanese public holidays for?) but it’s so darn cute that I keep it anyway.

So imagine my surprise when I go to tvättstuga in my building this morning to rebook my laundry time (note to self: prepare a blog post about tvättstuga) and look at the Swedish calendar hanging there. It’s surströmmingpremiären today. The fish is finally rotten enough to be consumed.

Surströmmingpremiären takes place traditionally on the third Thursday in August (like today), and I wasn’t joking in the sentence above. Today is really the official day when we know for sure that the fish is finally fermented enough.

What? The words “fish” and “fermented” in the same sentence make you nervous? And they should, oh yes.

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Last week when I read about the Swedish agriculture minister Eskil Erlandsson‘s statement that he hopes to establish Sweden as haute cuisine leader of the world, I naturally assumed it was a joke. Or maybe that the venerable government official had one too many shots of Absolut. Because c’mon now, “Sweden” and “world-class” cuisine in the same sentence? I’m trying not to laugh too hard as I’m chewing on a bit of falukrov while eating in front of the computer. Yet it seems Mr. Erlandsson was totally serious.

Sweden may be famous for many things. Elks (yes, you can call them “moose” if you want), buxom blondes, gender equality, state-provided welfare, pop music, Saabs, Volvos (even though both are now technically American), Ikea and so on. But food? Nah, never heard of it. Unless we’re talking about the Swedish Chef here. Bork, bork, bork!

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It’s that time of the year again when the entire Sweden goes outside to sing, dance, drink and celebrate the arrival of summer. Yep, it’s Midsommarafton (Midsummer’s Eve) today. Regardless of the actual day of the summer solstice, the holiday is always scheduled for Friday-Saturday between June 19th and 25th.

On Midsummer’s Eve businesses close early and people rush home. It’s time to raise the maypole! The big celebrations, which in my town are organized in an open-air museum, are taken very seriously. After all, Midsommar is the most important holiday of the Swedish calendar.

As an outsider, I find it a curious holiday to observe. Seeing people decked out in their folk costumes, with flowers garlands in their hair, hopping around the maypole doing the “Frog dance” (Små grodorna dans) makes me giggle. The maypole itself with its pagan phallic symbolism makes me giggle.
“Yeah, we have maypoles in England,” you may say. True, but you simply can’t compare the puny little British stick with its proper Swedish equivalent. See what I mean? Ahem, ahem…

And because you can’t have Midsommar without traditional food, it’s also the perfect time to load up on fresh potatoes (with dill, naturally), pickled herring (not as bad as it sounds), sour cream, and strawberries. And don’t forget snaps. It wouldn’t be Midsommar without snaps. That of course means lots of song singing, with every song demanding a round of snaps.

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